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The Festival of Whispers
The first WhisperAs autumn matured, the crisp mountain air in a village of oak haven brought of familiarScent: crushed cinnamon, drying cedar, and the subtle tang of upcoming festivals. It was 3 days ...
PleelaamruthaMy Name is LeelaamruthaI am studying in 5th standard in Quantum leap school in hyderabadI Wrote a book of The Festival Of Whispers.
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